Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.